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love is a battlefield
lay down your arms, strip off your armour
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the vessels
Olympus weakened. Rome fell. The gods got desperate. Now crammed inside mortal bodies, they're sharing fragile human real estate. But the old ways never really change.
"Some stories aren't stories, beloved. They're legends, never tire in the telling." - Aphrodite
Beauty never fading, love never dying. Helen may have launched a thousand ships, but Love is the lady who started the war.
Wanted by Aphrodite: Adonis, Athena, Zeus.
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[22 Sep 2012|10:54pm] |
Dark House
is a horror/survival RPG. Locked with strangers in a huge house, you must survive with whatever you can carry. Because not only is the house full of rooms & halls & secret passages, but it's also alive.
And you will get lost.
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- You were having a pretty average day. Doing the same things you usually do on any given day, making plans & getting things accomplished. Talking to loved ones or regretting the past. Daydreaming, creating, barking orders, making enemies. Or sitting around doing absolutely nothing with yourself.
- Then, suddenly, darkness.
- You wake up to more darkness, but you can see just a bit of your surroundings. It's like nowhere you ever remember visiting. You raise a hand to rub your eyes, hoping it's just a dream, & notice something on the back of your hand. It's embedded, part of your flesh. And it's blinking with text.
- There are others here. Others who have been here for some time. You can read what they're saying to each other & some of them seem to be able to see each other too. But all you see is text glowing green in the darkness.
- None of them knows why you all are here, or where here is for that matter. They just know it's pretty damned messed up & there's no way out.
- And there are monsters.
- Welcome to the Dark House.
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